[Intro]
Hah
They said they missed me like this
Eight laws

[Verse]
Don't post all the crack, all the weed that you sellin' when you in the trap, first law
Don't post the locations, you beefing with n***as, they know where you at, second law
Get the money, don't flash it, you count it and wrap it and stack it
You know that's the third law
Them n***as keep acting while I keep on rapping, the streets keep saying they want more
I put my hood on the map
If you talkin' different, just know that it's gun talk
And if you talk crazy, I'm lining you up
Then it's gon' really be gun talk
You see that's Buda that's switchin' the beat
I'm in the booth when I'm spitting the heat
Motivating these n***as, I feel like I'm Meek
If I tell you don't look then you better not peep
Ask for a pack, be done in a week
I got some shooters, I'll know they'll tweak
I got some shooters who ready to tweak
I'm only talkin' like this for the street
They said they missed me like this
They said that I'm changin' up with all the autotune
Y'all know that I'm real, I got me a deal
Now I feel the old Porter comin' soon
I know some n***as who playin' the block
Who hustle for nickels and quarters too
They business at 7, it's almost 11
No guessing, it might be a quarter to
This is the facts, I put it in rap
I'm tired of hearing the politics
And no, I ain't worried, I don't give a fuck
If I ain't missing a dollar, bitch (Facts)
Comin' up, this is like law number four
This is a law that you cannot ignore
You sellin' that work, you better not talk
Them coppers gon' come in and kick in your door
Got me some paper, I want me some more
I'm tryna be with my gang on the tour
Runnin' the score, I don't care what it cost
I'm showing n***as that I am a boss
Calling me Porter, I feel like the man
I hate all the suckers like Alpo
Say that's your brother and rat on your mans
Disrespect, that is the utmost
N***a, that's law number five
No matter the time, don't rat on your guys (At all)
This shit be exposing my mind
The closer they to you, man, you'd be suprised
And n***a, it get dangerous
All of these bitches is lyin' and settin' up
She tellin' you slide, you touchin' your thighs
Then all them n***as gon' stick you up
You see, that's law number six
M.O.B., money over a bitch
I gotta walk with the grip
Nine shots when we walk with the clip
And you see, that's law number seven
No disrespecting if a n***a in Heaven
And n***a, that's law number eight
Just follow these in the hood, and you great, gang
Grrt